HER.WAY

Her way is the way of the willows

Wilting flowers ready to petal to the ground in Summer’s heat

And they keep the grass dancing with pink and red and yellow

She lives for the Earth she protects.

Her bold heart warms the crisp Fall air

As it replaces lush trees with thin sticks of stony grey

She always had an eye for beauty in the madness of it all

Hope was her middle name.

Now the first snowfall approaches

Tongues out to catch the unique diamonds of the sky

And Christmas left us happy by the fireside

In the rich smell of hickory smoke, she finds her way.

J.F

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Hold on to the present. Let go of the past. Reach your hand out to the future. PUNKTUATED.blog features my original poetry, mental health advocacy, and deep thoughts. Thanks for following and reading!

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